Chapter 45 You Are Surrounded by Aurors

All the little lions are actively grabbing points to prevent being hit on the pillar of historical shame.

Professor McGonagall is a face, and her professional ethic requires her to be fair and impartial.

Even though Gryffindor deducted so many points, she still maintained her usual requirements for extra points and did not deliberately favor the little lions.

On the contrary, teachers from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff are biased towards Gryffindor, especially Professor Flitwick.

But even so, Gryffindor's scores are still stubbornly moving closer to the historical record.

Professor Snape's combat effectiveness is too strong, he is stronger than six, and he has no bottom line!

Gryffindor was expecting William to put Snape in the hospital again, but Snape was eight meters away from Marietta when he took Potions class.

In this atmosphere, the smell slowly dissipated, and it was Halloween time.

They woke up early on Halloween to the smell of roasted pumpkins wafting down the hallway.

Professor Flitwick announced in magic class that he thought they could start making objects fly.

The classmates have been eager to try this skill ever since they saw William save Shabby.

Professor Flitwick divided the class into groups of two and began training.

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training for!" Professor Flitwick shrilled, standing on top of his stack of books as usual. "Swipe, shake, remember, wave, shake."

It wasn't easy to do, Qiu and Marietta waved, waved, waved, over and over again, but the feathers that should have been sent into the air by them were still lying motionless on the floor.

Angrily, Marcos stabbed the feather with his wand, and the feather caught fire - fortunately, Professor Flitwick had been prepared to prevent a fire.

"It's also very important to get the spell right - don't forget the wizard Balufeo, who pronounced the 'f' as an 's' and found himself lying on the floor with a buffalo on his chest."

"Of course, any child who has read the Daily Prophet over the summer will know that Mr. Stark made a mistake in Diagon Alley.

Poor Malfoy child, hope his head won't be affected, the Daily Prophet says, the child has developed a resistance to magic. "

At the end of the get out of class, Professor Flitwick asked William to demonstrate the Bison Charm, and everyone applauded.

With Halloween approaching, there are decorations everywhere, with hundreds of jack-o-lanterns hanging in the auditorium, and a flock of fluttering bats and many flame-breathing orange streamers lounging beneath the ceiling Drifting like a brilliant water snake.

The dinner was sumptuous, and delicious food suddenly appeared on golden plates, just like at the banquet at the beginning of school, and everyone devoured it.

Dumbledore was wearing a purple robe and was telling a joke, but none of the teachers on the bench laughed, which made him a little embarrassed.

Professor McGonagall was stern, thinking that Gryffindor was about to set the record low, and she was in a particularly bad mood.

Snape ate the potatoes slowly, his eyes wandering through the crowd from time to time.

He's still looking for the criminal gang who wrote him love letters!

Professor Tywin looked frustrated and discussed the spell with Professor Flitwick, and there seemed to be something that stumped him.

Hagrid, who had always responded to Dumbledore, seemed to lose his mind. He held a bottle of mead and drank tons of it.

But that didn't make him happy.

According to the latest news from the Daily Prophet, the Ministry of Magic has declared Malfoy innocent and claimed to have found the suspect and will be arrested soon!

The banquet was in full swing, and in the middle of it, Filch suddenly opened the door and rushed into the restaurant.

His color mask was crooked on his chin, and his face was full of horror,

Everyone was staring at him.

His face was flushed, his speed did not slow down in the slightest, his pace staggered, and he almost tripped over the chair.

I saw him walking to Professor Dumbledore's chair, leaning on the table, panting, stammering: "Aurors - a large number of Aurors broke in - we are surrounded by Aurors ."

The restaurant suddenly became a mess, Professor Dumbledore stood up, and the tip of his wand made several harsh fireworks explosions, and everyone was quiet.

Hagrid's whole body was shaking like a sieve, and he squeezed the glass bottle in his hand, and the liquid splashed on Professor Tywin's head.

This huge sound was extremely harsh in the quiet auditorium.

Everyone looked at Hagrid.

Hagrid shivered, "I...I don't want to...go to Azkaban..."

There was a smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, he glanced at Dumbledore, and said in a tone of schadenfreude, "It seems that our key keeper has done something daring again, hehe, I don't know Principal, you know do not know……"

Dumbledore frowned and said in a low voice: "Prefect, take the students of your college to the dormitory immediately!"

As an honor student, Percy stood up spontaneously, ready to help the prefect of Gryffindor.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-year students, as long as you follow my instructions, don't be afraid! All right, stay behind me. Get out of the way, the first-year students are passing! Please forgive me, I am a top class pregnancy!"

But before everyone left the table, the door of the hall was pushed open again.

Filch's description was inaccurate, it wasn't just the Aurors coming... The first was the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge.

Fudge was stocky and stocky, with unkempt gray hair and an anxious look on his face.

He was dressed in a strange hodgepodge of clothes: a pinstriped suit, a bright red tie, a long black cape, purple pointed boots, and a dark green top hat.

Behind Fudge, two Aurors followed.

One of them was a tall, bald, dark-skinned wizard with a gold earring on one ear.

The other looks strong, with stiff, straight hair kept short.

Marietta whispered: "It's Kingsley Shacklebolt and Delix, I heard my mother mention it."

Marietta's mother works for the Floo Network Authority of the Department of Magical Transportation and is considered a wizard in the system.

Fudge walked up to Dumbledore, he put the dark purple top hat under his arm, took out his handkerchief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Dumbledore sat in his place, motionless, while the Minister of Magic stood by, like a minion.

Fudge looked at Dumbledore, and he actually started to get nervous.

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